Ragnelle ignores Apollo entirely and beelines over to Dionysus' table. She looks great. The last time Dionysus saw her it was winter and she was out of sorts, her blood slow and her general feeling at being awakened one that could be generously called "pissy". Now it's spring, and her hair is rich and lustrous and full of traveler's joy, budding and green; her skin and eyes are brighter, her presence breathes growth and life and reawakening.

"What dost thou?"